Note to Self

It’s amazing how it sometimes take the passing of one person to remind us how

simple yet precious the act of holding hands can be.

Here's a digitally penned down reminder to be thankful for a hand to hold,

and that I am blessed if the other hand responds to mine with a tighter grasp.

Tracing Footsteps

As I sat at one of the cafes in Bangsar one ordinary evening waiting for my girls, I found myself tracing footsteps through the vortex of time. An attempt to recollect silly memories of my ‘exciting’ teenage years; memories I know, can no longer take place. Even if I was given the choice to replay them once more, I wouldn’t, as that would defy my belief in ‘growing-older-gracefully’.

It sure was one heck of a hurricane I must say, now that that chapter is closed and am riding through the next wave in life. I remember naively thinking at that time: “Life’s gonna be a bliss, coz I will always have my loving friends with me... every step of the way.” I now do realise, how wrong that was.

There only are very few that will make the effort to stay in touch, the rest would dim out like dying stars around your planet and form their own galaxies light years away. Not that it’s a bad thing; we do shed our old self to fit into that perceived image we all have in our heads anyway, and sadly, not all the images in our heads are align as much as we like them to.

I do still have the precious few who stuck around and are eager to monkey-dance through life together. With some, our monkey-dance has already lasted more than a decade...

I love you guys to bits and pieces, I really do… *hugz and kisses*

"Day of Fools” makes me 27

Yes, it is official... Even my death grip would not save me from the fact that I’m leaving the ‘cool’ mid-twenties crowd. But you know what? This year’s celebration turned out better than the last few I can remember…

I love Birthdays, just not when it comes to mine. I’d rather the day go unnoticed and slip-away like any other ordinary day. So, I cleverly devised a plan, each year I’d shut myself in and curl up in a ball. But like most grand plans I have, my success rate was never high. If there was no sound of a party from me, my girlfriends would insist the least I do is make it a dinner date with them. From the sweetness that pours from the other side of the phone, “Babe! You soOo need to have dinner with us! Don’t be a party pooper...” I reluctantly agree... usually. So yes, for most years, it has been a quiet one.

This year, on the other hand, I decided that I should make some changes in my life, and one being: ‘stop being a sour puss on Birthdays’. No kidding! Things took a turn, and it actually turned out pretty amazing. I got to split my ‘B-Day Time’ with different friends throughout the week, so instead of a “Birth-day” I had a “Birth-week”.  *grins*Best yet, I actually ended my “birth-week” with a bang. I travelled to Perhentian Island with Yvonne and did my first ever ‘Wreck Dive’!

I can honestly get use to the little changes in my life... Till then, I’m 27 and rock'in it! 

ZINC

I was cordially invited to an event last last Thursday. One word: Amazing amazing amazing! Okay, that was 3 words, but hey, the place was impressive. I’ve always had a neck for art, but am an amateur who dabbles only on the very surface, enough to appreciate the beauty of it, but sure can’t save a soul if need be by giving profound insights.

The highlight of the night was toy figurines by street-artist Michael Lau from Hong Kong. Admittedly, I never knew who he was or heard of him up until the event really, suppose street art never caught my attention much... *Ah-hem* Guess there’s always a first.. *blushes* Nevertheless, I definitely still enjoyed immersing myself in a culture that many much appreciates.

Clever pick-up lines

I have had friends from the opposite gender asking me what works best when meeting a total stranger. The fear of getting a tight slap on the face usually deters men from approaching women they say. As far as I know, there’s really no perfect set of rules or guidelines on this freestyle playground; every angel on earth is uniquely crafted. With that said, I suppose I’m only able to speak from personal experiences.

In my opinion, (generally) the best way to grab any form of first-contact-attention is to add a little humour for starters, then polish with a tinge of confidence and lastly dust it with sparks of intelligence (Note: Confidence does not equate to arrogance, and the line here is never vague). The challenge is to make your target laugh, and if you do succeed, the ‘self introduction’ conversation which you’ve been longing for will follow effortlessly.

Try starting a clever conversation that you wouldn’t take too seriously yourself. For example, the story of a MIGHTY dragon that lives under your pants and so on and so forth is not a clever conversation. Save yourself from brutal embarrassment and the girl from utter disappointment please.

IF you’re really THAT clueless, well here are some cheesy but seemly clever conversation-starters that I’ve heard of that may work. Depends on how you execute it though, not everyone can pull off a clever-cheesy line or two, but admittedly I have met people who managed it well.